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Real Estate, Part 2

They accepted the offer on Dogskull Patch. (Twitter named it.) I've been crawling the walls for a couple days wondering if they would hate me for haggling. They came down a lot on the price, and it's had septic and well permits done and oh my god why would anyone let me own a property Kevin has to fill my pill cases for the week I wear shirts backwards on accident sometimes I'm not qualified to own an actual place and who can sell a place anyway this place has trees that are older than me and rocks that are older than my species and how can you own a place but maybe it'll be okay if I promise the place that I'm just gonna keep other people from messing with it and also I can, like, dig fifty frog ponds and put up a geodesic dome and no one can stop me.*

I babbled all this out to my mother, who has had more experience than anyone else in deciphering my panicked babbling. She immediately began looking up geodesic domes and telling me about how she'd planned to move to Alaska and build one before I was born. This tells you that A) my mother is an enabler and B) apparently I come by the geodesic dome thing honestly.

It was different when I bought a house with my ex. I wasn't even on the loan paperwork as a real contributor. I was a freelancer and my income was too crappy, they thought I'd bring it down. And he wouldn't let me change hardly anything and thought about the resale value a lot. This feels like the sort of deranged freedom where you look up and think "I could just get in the car and drive and no one would miss me for days."

Tomorrow I go talk to the realtor and she tells me what to say to an attorney who can hold money (I think this is important?) and we enter the due diligence period and we get another survey done and apparently I have to go buy POSTED signs so that people don't hunt on the property in deer season, although for all I know, *I* will hunt on the property in deer season.

I was terrified they wouldn't sell it to me and now I'm terrified that they have because I am not a grown-up. But apparently they are willing to. And no one is stopping me.


*These do not counter one another, as I assume nearly any place would be thrilled to have both frogs and a geodesic dome.

You will serve the land well, and your good works and thoughts will become a part of it's history while your mistakes fade away. Everything deserves to be cherished for a time. This bit of land has you to do that.


Plant a flag. That's how you claim land:

I wonder what Ursulav's flag would look like?!

*I* think you should set up a tent and go camping there. Just being there overnight would do you and the Hounds and maybe even Kevin a lot of good. :)

Make it a micronation--seriously, it would be SO FAB to have your own COUNTRY!

Edited at 2017-03-03 02:05 am (UTC)

Corn planting season soon.

You need a sign that sez: No Hunting, but cryptids can camp there.

I suspect the cryptids will show up regardless of whether there's a sign.

Congratulations on wildlife ownership! Your mom sounds pretty cool, too.

EEEEEEEEEeeeeeee! Trees and rocks and bugs and soon there will be ponds and maybe fruit trees and maybe berries in a corner that you don't care about (near the goats so they can trim the far side?) and bird habitats and experimental bean plots and and and ... trails off wide-eyed towards the organic gardening books... ... must resist going to visit right before bed...

I had to go back to your last entry to find out what you're talking about; it sounds like you've found the right piece of land—or it found you.

Also, the best purchase you can possibly make is real estate; most people only dream about buying land. Congratulations!

This is so entirely you, it can't be wrong.

Land exists on an entirely different scale from pillboxes and shirts, and you will be fine. It will adore you.


Frogs and geodesic domes sound wonderful! Congratulations on land stewardship!

The geodesic dome/Alaska thing amuses me because I actually know someone who grew up in a geodesic dome in Alaska. Her parents built it in the 1960s. My sister broke her wrist there...

I totally have the "I'm not an adult, why are they letting ME do this?" thoughts all the time. I think it's just part of life....

"I'm not an adult, why are they letting ME do this?"

Yes yes yes this yes. Been driving for more than twenty years, owned a house for a dozen, and every now and then I still feel as if I snuck into the Adult Club without taking the entrance exam.

The geodesic dome/Alaska thing amuses me because I actually know someone who grew up in a geodesic dome in Alaska. Her parents built it in the 1960s. My sister broke her wrist there...

I totally have the "I'm not an adult, why are they letting ME do this?" thoughts all the time. I think it's just part of life....

:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D *flings confetti, runs in circles whooping*

I wish you years of happy frogs, domes and native flora/fauna on your new plot of dirt
once the house in NJ sells I'll be house hunting here in RTP outskirts too. I'm in Raleigh now and it's still too city for me LOL

Grats Queen Of Your Domain!

Go you!

(Also: geodesic domes are cool.)

If I was a place, I would be proud to have you build a geodesic frog pond on me.

Edited at 2017-03-03 07:41 am (UTC)

@nelc: I just had to pop in and say I love your icon! I'm 47, and I'm pretty sure it'll apply to me. (I mean, twice a week I go play Let's Pretend with friends and dice ...)

I hear you, totally did the "this has to be some kind of mistake" thing when we bought our house last year. [despite having rented it for the last 25 years]

You exactly sum up my feelings when I bought my house. It seems ridiculous and incredible that someone would let me own a house and also terrifying (OBVIOUSLY, I was going to trip over at some point and spiderweb cracks would spread through the whole building and I would be left standing in a pile of rubble-that-used-to-be-a-house.

Good luck, you will be fine! Lots of the people who do this are as terrified as you!

Actually, the zoning board might stop the geodesic dome depending on how the plot is coded. Probably not an issue in a rural area (especially if you call it a frog barn or greenhouse), but you might ask the realtor about that.

Congratulations! Edible landscaping! Frogs! Butterflies! Salamanders! Crawfish-Bobs!

Geodesic domes are always fascinating, and almost always impractical. My father wanted to build a dome as a barn/house on land he bought nearly 40 years ago -- the base would be a series of 10 horse stalls/sheds, opening into the open center, 60 feet across (or so, I don't remember the actual dimensions, but it was something like that).

He got as far as building two of the sheds for the base, never coming close to building the massive 40 foot high dome.

"...wondering if they would hate me for haggling." Actually, one of the chief purposes of realtors, in a real-estate transaction, is to serve as emotional buffers.
But the sellers probably are just relieved that someone wants this land enough to pay money for it.

^ This. Seriously, I own a small plot of land in Socorro County, New Mexico, and no one wants it. I've had it for 15 years. If someone wanted to buy it from me for $500, I'd take it.

Little Dome on the Microprairie, by Ursula Vernon.

Ms. Vernon, you will be fine. Owning property is pretty much like owning anything else that you have to register with the government (a car, a gun, a boat, etc.). You pay your taxes once or twice a year, you pay for insurance (if it's required, and maybe even if it isn't), you keep it maintained, and sometimes you don't even use it for years at a time—but it's there in case you do want to use it. And unlike a car, boat, or gun, land will increase in value over time without you having to really do anything out of the ordinary.

All will be well, Ursula Vernon of Earth...


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